Normally I had this huge routine that has to happen before I leave the house. I absolutely hate leaving toys and stuff on the ground. I can not pry myself out of the house until the floor is picked up. (Well that and I hate stuff on my counter!) I feel like it’s one less thing I have to worry about when I get home from where ever.
Last week, I told my husband how important running was to me. For most of this year I didn’t want to admit how important it was to keeping me happy, healthy, and overall a good mom. It keeps me balanced and less edgy but I hated giving up time from my family to run but I just couldn’t drag my butt out of bed in the early morning to do it. I would normally get all of my night-time chores done, be exhausted, and fight myself to get on the treadmill at 10pm. This was not good for me or my body- exercising too late makes me unable to sleep which causes me to drag the next day.
My husband worked later than usually last night. I figured I wasn’t going to get my workout in. My house was a semi disaster (really no more than 15 minutes away from company ready but still) and I just plopped on the couch to fold some socks. My husband came home and told me to go run.
For the first time in ages I took 5 minutes to get dressed and kiss everyone good-bye before I was out the door. In the past I would have dilly dallied for 15 minutes getting the house ready to leave and them have to come home to it being crazy again.
Instead I chose me and ran for 1 wonderful sweaty hour.
I came home centered and happy to clean up real quick before a nice hot shower. Balance was restored in my universe.
Now I may not always chose me but I know it’s okay to choose me sometimes. I don’t have to feel guilty about it either.
Will I ever give up a game of candyland for a run? Nope. But will I give up a clean floor just to get out and hit the pavement? Probably.
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